Four Prepositions
That was the old game of the fathers. To construct infinity from an itch. Only God could see his own bald spot, and even He never saw it from above.
Fiction
Guest of Honor
Katya Apekina's second novel, Mother Doll, from which this piece is excerpted, is available to order from Overlook Press. ____ Creating stresses in the social fabric was one of...
The Last Thursday of the Century
“The dead body you have left unburied, unwept, unsepulchred; but the living body you have thrust below the earth, in a living tomb.” –Antigone As winter nears its end,...
Strays
I. There was something in the way the kid worked, as if pushing around stacks of pressure-treated two by sixes in the heat wasn’t actually hard, as if the wood...
Branches of the Service
The attaché looked out the window and knew that something was wrong about the wing. He absolutely knew. But he couldn’t say what he knew other than he knew and...
Cyprus
Cyprus was my Amazonas. Humidity uprooted all kinds of fragrances from the scorched earth and hung them in the air like clothes on the line. Humidity, then aridity. It messed...